Something happened to me the day I turned 27. I finally decided I wasn't going to live the life I'd fallen into for the past 4 1/2 years. As a kid, I missed the meeting where they told everyone that at some point you were going to be given complete control over your own life and your own dreams. After college, I went on autopilot, waiting for life and love and friendships to happen to me and they didn't come. So on my 27th birthday, (and with God's perfect-timed provision) I smashed the autopilot with a hammer, crashed into the ground of the world, engulfing in flame and emerged from those ashes the girl I always wanted to meet.